I'll be honest, carpentry is demanding on the body and some days demanding on the mind, your a fellow Canuck, so I'd suggest going to your local union hall. It's a slog, I finally hit journeyman status last year and couldn't be happier. It is a career that pays well enough that I don't need to worry between jobs, that I'm not swinging paycheque to paycheque. I washed dishes, waited tables, did gig work, was even a night concierge in Toronto for a year, then I decided I wanted to be a carpenter and have worked long and hard for it, at times I thought I was wrong, that I should walk away, but today I'm glad I stuck it out, opportunities like teaching safety courses, and maybe in the future supervising have come my way, but I work hard every day to build my reputation and never stop learning, great piece man, I've been in those shoes, wore the sole thin in those shoes. I wrote this long ago, a carpenters blues.
The Carpenter poet

All the number games
Make a man of letters feel far away,
A better builder of house roofs than temples for the mind to dwell,
Hip valley crippled, sloping with the common
Yet never touching the ridge
Never reaching the plate.
Functioning in a junction
Less than common
But more than a jack.
Knowing what is behind the wall,
Irrelevance.
Calculating the hard stone and subtracting displacement,
Placing the cold chisel to craft a passage way,
Leading ever farther astray
From literary competence,
Speaking in grunts and moans
Diligently delving into a dimension,
Where my opinion doesn't matter.